The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 845

Chapter 845: 388 Particularly Clingy (Second Update)_2

Emperor: "..."

Did he just explain to no one in particular?

The Empress Dowager’s cold response was definitely a heavy blow to the Emperor, who would never have thought that he was being dismissed because he had lost his value in exchanging for preserved fruits. He stubbornly believed that the Empress Dowager was angry with him for the many years he had hurt her.

Some things are only a thought away from understanding.

Yet, some chasms take over twenty years to bridge.

The Emperor visited Bishui Alley again.

Xiao Liulang guessed that the Emperor would frequently visit Bishui Alley these days, so he specifically took leave from the Hanlin Academy to stay at home to "take care of" Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao sat on the bed, enjoying fine food and drink, as well as the view of her husband’s unparalleled beauty.

Xiao Liulang sat on a stool by the bed, peeling an orange for her.

With distinct knuckles and slender fingers, he also did rough work, but he was born handsome, as flawless as fine jade.

Gu Jiao glanced at his face for a while, then at his hands. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

Even though Xiao Liulang was used to her frank scrutiny, he couldn’t help feeling a little puzzled.

Is he really... that good-looking?

He was a cripple, perhaps one that would remain crippled for life, forever dragging along a broken body. By being with him, she would always face criticism from others.

"Gu Jiao, I’m a cripple."

He let his inner thoughts slip before he realized it.

Gu Jiao responded with an "Oh": "I know."

Xiao Liulang continued peeling the orange in his hand, "Do you truly not mind? I might... never get better. You’ve seen how hard I try to rehabilitate, never missing a day, but I just can’t walk... like the rest of you."

She must have some expectations for him, hoping that one day he could walk like a normal person.

But he was afraid he really wouldn’t be able to.

When her patience ran out, would she still look at him the same way?

Feelings are a delicate thing; the more one cares, the more insecure one becomes.

In the past, he also thought that losing a leg was no big deal. After all, life was dark anyway, and no one saw it, not even himself, and those who could see it, he pretended they couldn’t.

However, one day, she lit a lamp, illuminating the path at his feet, and also casting light on his disarray.

Gu Jiao gave him a peculiar look. Wasn’t he indifferent to his leg? When he had surgery, Fen Lin was scared to death, but he didn’t care at all.